Don't wanna prove you wrong but shit you leave me with no option, yeah yeah Baby wanna get in this S-Class, little mama she just wanna go fast You know baby you don't get a free pass, so I told her: ass, gas or grass Rolex with the diamonds keep me

My my baby blue Yeah you're so jaded Hey j-j-jaded Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style But you're yesterday's child to me You think that's where it's at But is that where it's supposed to be You're gettin' it all over me, ex-rated

Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we're all gonna die And when we go don't blame us, yeah We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We'll never let you go And when you go don't return to me my love Mama, we're all full of lies Mama,

How could you keep this from me? Your mama and your daddy ain't shit When you see 'em, tell both of 'em I said fuck 'em, yeah Somehow this is my fault (Ooh) I didn't say shit when I saw what I saw (You) Yeah, girl, you can't deny now (Ooh) Even your

My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh Unless you is my mama, yeah When I'm fucking, call me Papa, yeah I'm high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah I never say, "I love you" to these women, no They saying I'm a problem yeah No Nelly, no Nelly, it's getting hot

Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, baby been sweet on me Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, my queen bee Oh she rock to my soul, mama love me to my soul Love me to my

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay) Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay) Had to cop the Audi,

Let's get crazy, let's get crazy tonight (Oooh, whatcha gonna do?) Let's get crazy, let's get crazy tonight (oooooh yeah) Hey little mama, gimme the keys tonight Hey little honey, comin' out for you tonight Let's jump in your wheels, see how it feels

You won't get that far Wastin' your breath on somebody else You need to check yourself, yeah You got some nerve tweetin' from your mama house, ay You got some nerve tweetin' on your mama couch, ay You got some nerve, boy you better watch your mouth, ay I

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make